The road to Ásbyrgi
By now, our group had shrunk down to the serious terrain crowd - myself and a couple, being driven down the valley, in a small 12-seater mini-bus. I had overheard some fragments of their conversation from just out of earshot, but could not identify which foreign language they were speaking.
Now in our more confined mode of transport, we started talking. Turns out, he's just Scottish, with a very, very strong accent. She's an American, who met him while living in the UK. On our next stop, they're looking for a quiet stroll together. I leave them to it, and forge down into the valley alone.
Which way?
The most useful feature of GPS isn't being able to know your exact co-ordinates to within a few metres. It's knowing where you are relative to where you've been, or need to be. With a distance and bearing back to the bus in the parking lot, current ground speed, and a calculated ETA, you can venture out with confidence. As long as you have fully charged backup batteries, and an old-fashioned, reliable compass (just in case).
Hafragilsfoss
Valley lookout
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